Coming back from Mongolia, although it has only been two days, I've found that I've had no motivation for work, or life really, and all I can think about is all that had happened in Mongolia and all the people that I've met. This feeling reminds me of post-mission blues, especially after Japan. I remember waking up, lying in bed at home and felt no motivation for life and carried a deep sense of sadness and emptiness within me. This one isn't so drastic, perhaps it is because of the length of time and the extend of the intensity isn't as long nor as deep as Japan, but nonetheless, the feeling is there.
I've realised that one of the primary factors that drive post-travel blues is the unexpected encounters with people whom you grow to build some sort of relationship with. Somehow, although you are from different worlds, in that moment in time, you are in the same space, sharing something precious of a mutual understanding and connection that you feel like could only be a divine appointment. You share moments that you treasure at each ticking of the clock because you know that there will be a time to part, but for that time you forget about the end and grasp onto the enjoyment of that time and space, letting your souls connect even in such a brief span of time, though what feel like it could last for an eternity.
And then, as you go back to reality that is daily life, whenever you close your eyes, those moments inevitably come flooding back before your eyes, and you wish when you opened them, you would see those faces, you would walk out of the bedroom and anticipate yet another breakfast conversation together.
Perhaps, though the post-travel blues will fade, but it shows you what your heart values most.
